The higher I float, the more disappointed I am when my feet hit the ground again.
The more I tell myself I'm losing, the more my brain fights back, "I'll win!"
The longer I let these lies run my thoughts, the happier I am for a while,
but the happier I allow myself to become, the more depressed I am after the long miles.
The closer I keep it in vision, the less I let myself explore the rest of life.
The faster I watch it take me over, the more I become unknown due to strife.
The sooner I see it , the less the wound will seem to sting,
yet the less I inch toward it, the farther I'll be from this mess that seems to be running things.
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I just got entirely confused...
sorry if U don't understand my poetry. Yes, this one is confusing. in a way, that was sort of the point, to show how confused my brain is sometimes. I understand it, and that's what I ultimately wanted.
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